Chapter 907: Forced onto the Stage

Second senior brother Wang Manchun couldn’t bear to reveal the reason, waiting for tonight’s gathering for Master to personally explain everything.

On the other side, Mr. Du had been distracted since he woke up in the morning.

His wife, Cheng Liying, entered the study and saw him pouring water from the teapot, the teacup already overflowing, spilling water onto the table, yet he remained unaware.

She sighed, "Old man, the teacup is full."

Upon hearing ’the cup is full,’ Mr. Du suddenly came to his senses.

Quickly calling his wife, "Please help me get a cloth."

Saying so, he hurriedly moved the books to the side.

As Cheng Liying wiped the table, she said, "Enough, stop overthinking. I know you feel guilty, but things have come to this point, you should have told Xinyan earlier.

It’s not good to let things end up like this; if you feel too ashamed to face her and don’t explain the matter, she’ll only dislike you more as her master."

Mr. Du smacked his forehead, "I was blinded by impulse, how could I take it so seriously with him? Isn’t this causing trouble for that girl Xinyan?"

Cheng Liying remarked irritably, "Why didn’t you realize earlier?"

Mr. Du rubbed his temples, "Tonight, they’ll all come over; I’ll still need your kind words, Liying."

Looking at her old man in this state, Cheng Liying felt a mix of anger and tenderness, cursing inwardly: You old fool, what’s the point of being stubborn with that obstinate old man?

After all these years, when half of your life is already buried, why hold a grudge?

Back then, she met both of them at the same time, and they both fancied her; in the end, she chose him, but his senior brother wasn’t willing to let go and secretly approached her again, only to be intercepted by him.

Unexpectedly, he turned around and blocked his senior brother. Later, they both started families, but continued their rivalry for most of their lives.

Now at the end, he still causes trouble for that girl Xinyan.

But what’s said cannot be taken back; he put himself in a difficult position in front of so many people, as he deserves.

In the evening, everyone returned to the master’s place, except for the fourth senior brother who was out of town.

As Xinyan entered the room, she felt the atmosphere was strange, "Master, are you hiding something from me?"

Mr. Du coughed nervously, "Well, Yanyan, do you feel you’ve gained anything while studying under your second senior brother at the hospital recently?"

Xinyan glanced at her second senior brother, thinking: What’s Master implying? Could it be that second senior brother has complained to him?

But thinking about it, although she hadn’t given her all, second senior brother often pressured her with a metaphorical whip, so she had worked hard to learn. "Master, I haven’t been slacking off with second senior brother; honestly, second senior brother can vouch for me."

Second senior brother, feeling sympathy for the yet unaware junior sister, quickly agreed, "Junior sister certainly hasn’t wasted any time."

Xinyan looked directly at him, "Second senior brother, your words are too ambiguous; I’ve clearly been seriously learning."

Then she turned to the master, "Master, I’m not pursuing a medical career, so it’s really unnecessary..."

She hadn’t finished her sentence before her senior sister interrupted, "Alright, it’s never a bad thing to learn more while you’re young. You only come to regret not having studied thoroughly when you need the knowledge. You have exceptional talent in medicine; learning more over there with second senior brother and then with me afterwards is a good thing."

Confusion filled Xinyan’s eyes, "No, you all must be hiding something from me."

Mr. Du had them come today intending to explain things openly to Xinyan. Hearing her words, he felt guilty, "Yanyan, it’s my fault for dragging you into this on impulse."

After some deliberation, he explained the causes and consequences, including the old matters from before.

Initially, when Xinyan learned she needed to obtain a medical license alongside graduating from university, she was overwhelmed, "Are you kidding me?"

Even if she’s talented, the medical license isn’t something you obtain just because you want to.

This isn’t a traditional Chinese medicine license you get through recommendation; the Western medicine practitioner’s license has requirements. She looked at the master with some grievance.

Mr. Du, feeling guilty, said, "With your intelligence, I believe you can do it. As for the school arrangements, I’ll handle them; you just need to attend the exams promptly.

Of course, it’ll be tough over the next few years; follow your senior brothers and sisters diligently and learn well. Make the most of your natural talent."

The master had said so, and the senior brothers and sisters looked at her with full expectation; they actually had a fighting spirit, unwilling to let their uncle bask in triumph since he constantly contested with the master.

Xinyan felt pushed into a corner, but she understood she couldn’t blame the master. As the master’s final disciple, maintaining his dignity was her responsibility: "Master, I’ve agreed; you can make the arrangements."